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Solitude

Lissa:

I wrote a poem on my other blog, my writer blog, and I’m going to share it on this blog.

Originally posted on Burgess Taylor:

I walked in circles tonight–

From room to room,

Searching aimlessly

For what I am not sure.

A sound, any sound–

Familiar sounds of home,

Of you, of our children,

Our grandchild–

The touches of humanity

That reside in our home

Are gone when you are gone.

The heater ruffles the calm

Silence of the night, disturbing

My solitude, leaving me looking

From my desk, my writing–

I walk from room to room

To occupy my thoughts.

 

Morning has come, coffee

In hand, perched at my desk

While laundry spins in the washer,

And scenes spin in my head–

My coffee tastes better, the silence

Is calming, my character is alive and well–

You’ll be home this afternoon, I smile,

My solitude is now refreshing

As I wait for you to call. Have I

Become one of those people?

Those people who hate being alone?

No, I hiss. I’m…

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Posted by on February 8, 2014 in love, Poetry, Uncategorized, writing

 

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It’s the little things that matter most

Before I met Mr. Rockstar/Truck Driver I didn’t do holidays, not really. Especially holidays like Valentine’s Day. Since we’ve been together I’ve tried to think of unique things to do for the holiday. I wrote him a poem our first Valentine’s Day together. This year I thought I’d do something different as well, especially since we really don’t have the money to buy each other presents.

My writing room. My desk is the red one, the other desk is for my husband.

My writing room. My desk is the red one, the other desk is for my husband.

I’ve been working on my writing room for the past month (or more) and now that I have both desks in the room, his and her’s desks, I thought I’d take the writing room a step further and make it a writing/music room. It wouldn’t take much to combine his love of music with my love of writing (and books).

Our Wall copy

Last weekend he hung the other shelf, the one that I needed the drill for. After the shelf was hung, I realized I should have put the top shelf more to the right, but oh well. I’m not putting more holes in the wall just to move it. So I improvised. Now it’s our wall, complete with music stuff, books, poetry, a picture of us, etc… And I have to say I like the end result, though I’m not completely done with the wall.

Wall in writing/music room

Wall in writing/music room

He’s on the road right now, and won’t be home until tomorrow, and he’ll be gone on Valentine’s Day, so I put part of his present together (on the wall) early. I’m not sure if I’ll write him another poem or if I’ll make him a card or cook him a romantic dinner. I’ll think of something.

 

 

 

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Writing Room

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February 3; # 34 (well, mine is actually # 1, since this is my first post for the 365 days worth of Writing Prompts, but who’s counting…)
Writing room:  A genie has granted your wish to build your perfect space for reading and writing. What’s it like?

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My little corner writing space before I got my writing room. I was literally in the corner of our bedroom.

My writing room. My desk is the red one, the other desk is for my husband.

My writing room. My desk is the red one, the other desk is for my husband.

I have my very own writing room now. Thanks to my wonderful and amazing husband and daughter, and thanks to my son (who moved out because he went into the Army and is now in bootcamp). So instead of writing what I’d wish for, I thought I’d write about why my writing room is the perfect space for reading and writing and why I’m so grateful to have it.

Before I got my own writing room I was tucked away in the corner of our bedroom. Literally. See…

But now I have my very own writing room. Complete with bookcases, and I’m no longer stuck in the corner. When my son moved out to go to bootcamp for the Army I got his room to do whatever I wanted with. My husband, who is absolutely wonderful and amazing, said I could decorate it however I wanted as long as I didn’t use orange or green. So I thought about what I’d want. Red. Purple. Bright, bold creative colors. But my (step) daughter’s favorite color is also purple and she really wanted her room purple. Since I didn’t want to paint the walls red, since I’m going to paint our dining room a dark red (Carolina Gamecock’s red) I decided I’d use red as the accent color in my writing room and find a color that would go with red but wasn’t dark. I looked up the meaning of colors and found that blue hues are focus colors. I don’t like baby blue, and dark blue wouldn’t have worked, so I chose a color called Aqua Chiffon. My daughter helped me clear out most of the room and we painted. It turned out so much better than I expected. She also helped me paint the bookcases. One is charcoal gray and the other is red. I also painted parts of my desk red. There is a twin bed in the writing room for when my daughter and grandson come over. There’s plenty of room for the little man’s pack-n-play, and she can sleep in the twin bed.

Twin bed (we need to get the bed frame out of storage...)

Twin bed (we need to get the bed frame out of storage…)

As you can see the room is not finished. We just moved my red desk in there, and I’ve got a lot of work to do to finish organizing the room and my desk. My son’s stuff is in the closet for now, and his big FS TV is also in there, but once he gets that out of there I’m going to find a comfortable chair to put in that spot so I can sit and read there, or so my husband (AKA, Mr. Rockstar) can sit there and play guitar. Nothing like writing to the sound of live music. :D  Maybe once we get the rest of the stuff with the house fixed and fixed up, and quite a few other things taken care of we could get a red leather recliner… Hmmm… I love red and Mr. Rockstar loves recliners.

red leather recliner

But for now my son’s TV is there, and once it’s out of there I have a black rocker that will go there. Too many other things we need to do first before getting a red leather recliner, but since I’m wishing and a genie granted that wish… IMG_1780

Now on to being thankful.

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When we first moved into the house, I wasn’t the only one who wanted a space of his/her own. My (step) daughter shares a room with her cousin. When she comes here she has her own room, but I wanted to make it hers. Really hers. A teenage girl’s room. Something she’d enjoy hanging out in, somewhere she’d feel relaxed and peaceful. So not only did it get painted purple, but I found the perfect comforter set for a 14 year old who loves stuff like peace signs, the color purple, and stuff. And here is her room…Complete with a 1 Direction poster (we’re not finished with her room either. We’ll be putting up more posters and stuff soon). I know what it’s like to need and want a small safe haven…even if it’s a corner in your bedroom or a space in the dining room or your very own writing room or bedroom. I’ve had to share a room with my daughter before, I’ve had to sleep on the couch or a pallet…Thank God I’ve always had a place to sleep though.

I’m thankful for my safe haven, to me home is where the heart is and where you feel the safest and that’s wherever my husband is…He and my family are my home! The house is only a home if you feel loved and safe there within its walls, and I do. And I want to give that very same thing to those who come into our home… A place for them to feel safe and loved, even if they’re only visiting. Having my own writing room is a blessing, but I’d gladly give it up for my family.

 

 

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Rainy Days

In my writing room

In my writing room

As soon as Mr. Rockstar/Mr. Trucker Driver calls me and his mom are headed to Columbia to pick him up. He left Alabama, near Montgomery, sometime this morning and is headed home. I’m excited to say the least. Wishing we could have spent this cold, rainy day together snuggling on the couch watching movies or cooking a meal together or spending the day with our grandson (who is actually visiting his dad and his aunt this weekend but you know what I mean)…instead I’ll get part of the day with him, and tonight, and tomorrow, but he’ll probably be headed back out Monday. :(

Cold, gray, and rainy day

Cold, gray, and rainy day

I’m dressed and ready, drinking coffee, and writing while I wait on his call. That seems to be the life of the wife of a truck driver, always waiting for them to call and to come home. I don’t mind. My ex husband was in the Navy and gone for 3 months at a time on a submarine so I know all about the waiting game and I’d much rather only wait a week than 3 months or more. It really makes you think, though. All those people who have jobs that take them away from their families…They do their jobs yet many of them have the jobs that seem to be the least appreciated ones. Big high five for all of those who have jobs that take them away from their families.

And a soldier!!!!

And a soldier!!!!

Here in SC, there is still leftover snow left on the ground, which means I know there is still snow and ice left over in other southern states that were hit with the snow storm. I’m sure this snow storm was nothing compared to what the people get up north or other places where it snows in a normal basis, but here in the south it’s actually the ice we have to worry about and since we don’t get snow on an even semi-regular basis our roads aren’t made for it, nor are we prepared for it, and unfortunately there a lot of people who don’t know how to drive in it. I’m just thankful it’s passed. I’m also thankful that my husband made it safely to his destination and is now on his way home.

Left over snow and ice in SC after storm

Left over snow and ice in SC after storm

We have left over snow in our yard, on our roof, and porch, as well as ice. I almost busted my ass walking down the steps to take the picture. LOL! Next year this time our house will be painted an entirely different color, thank goodness. I’m excited about it! White with black shutters and a (dark) red door. Hope everyone has a great day/weekend. Be safe!!!

 
 

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On the Road Part II

On the Road Part II.

 
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Posted by on January 28, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

A Trucker’s Wife

proud to be a trucker's wife

My husband left today… I dropped him off at his truck and he’s headed towards Charleston (SC) and then Alabama. Right in the middle of all of this bad weather we’re getting down South, after having left all that snow from last week. With less than 48 hours off he is back on the road. Makes me sad and frustrated, to say the least.

My dad, who used to a truck driver back in the late 60′s and early 70′s, got my husband a coffee mug that plugs into the cigarette lighter so his coffee will stay warm. I made a fresh pot of coffee so he could take a mug on the road with him, figured that was the least I could do. But it’s not enough. Not sure that as much as I try to do for him it will ever be enough for all that he does and goes through just to provide for us. I’m so thankful for him.

I’ll write a more in depth post soon about a trucker’s life, with a few suggestions in regard to movies, etc… But for now I’m going to drink my cup of coffee, finish packing my overnight bag so I can go stay at my in-law’s to wait out the storm that is coming. Hope all is well with those who are experience bad weather. Stay Safe and Warm!!!

bless my trucker on the road

 

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What it’s like going over the road with a trucker

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When I went out on the road with my husband this past week I knew I was in for a week of confined space, food on the go, lots of time between bathroom breaks, not being able to shower with lots of hot water (much less privacy and the comforts of home), and having to tie up my hair or just putting it in a hat, which meant a hot mess because my hair is really curly and gets nappy when I sleep, especially after having it in a hat for a long while, BUT what I didn’t realize was how stressful, exciting, tiring, beautiful, and fun it was going to be.

I had a blast. I took a ton of pictures. (By the way, it is really hard to take pictures when you’re going down the road at 55+ mph.) We thoroughly enjoyed our time together. My husband…

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Posted by on January 27, 2014 in Uncategorized

 
 
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